The Forest Whispers My Name

Black candles dance to an overturebut I am drawn past their flickering lureto the breathing forest that surrounds the roomwhere the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red winemy thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of timefrom knowledge drunk from the fountain of lifefrom Chaos born out of love and the scythethe forest beckons with her nocturnal callto pull me close amid the baying of wolveswhere the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scornin the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at deatha monument to the trapping of breathas restriction is bled from the veins of my neckto drop roses on my marbled breastI lust for the wind and the flurry of leavesand the perfume of flesh on the murderous breezeto learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name...again and again

I walk the pathto the land of the Dark ImmortalsWhere the hungry ones will carry my soulas the wild hunt careers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale EnchantressIn the moon of the woods we kiss

Artemis be near mein the arms of the ancient oakwhere daylight hangs by a lunar nooseand the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

The principle of Evilevolution has been recalledBeneath the spread of a Magickal AeonI stand enthralled...In the whispering forest